Ode To Time (Margaret Holford Poems)
Oh Thou! whose viewless form, slow-stealing Time!Has silent march'd o'er many a conquer'd year!Shall thy chill pow'r pervade the glowing ...
Oh Thou! whose viewless form, slow-stealing Time!Has silent march'd o'er many a conquer'd year!Shall thy chill pow'r pervade the glowing ...
And so the active week againIts course begins—and so renew'd,Our moments' busy multitude,Falling like rapid drops of rain,Sink in the ...
We are the nightly weaverswho gather the invisible threadsfrom the Milky Way's outmost ringwhere the end of the loom stands.Hovering ...
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
Off in the distance Rising heavenward before me as I draw toward home, late this September afternoon White lines in ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
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